Chapter 202 Next Step
That night, Wen Mingqian returned to Wuqiu Temple and slept quite uneasily.
She had many dreams, which were fragmented but related.
One moment she dreamed that Gong Xu scolded her as a poisonous woman with a cold face, and the other moment she dreamed that the carriage going to Shuangxi was stuck in the mud and could not be pulled out no matter what.
One moment she dreamed of Wei Fu holding the newborn prince to him, and the next moment she dreamed of Zhang Ma holding Gong Changan's hand and telling her that the carriage back to Beijing was ready.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found that the sun had risen very high.
"Auntie, you're awake. I didn't call you because I slept too late last night." Sang Er's flower-like smile was right in front of him, "Breakfast is just ready, you can get up and eat it!"
"It's a nice day again today," Wen Mingqian said as he stood beside him. "It's just a good time to take out the spices to dry them, otherwise they will easily become damp."
After breakfast, Wen Mingqian took a book and sat there to read quietly.
Sang Er was drying spices in the yard. Aoshuang was not here. Her mother had been ill these past few days and she went back to take care of her.
At almost noon, a kind-faced old mother came to Wen Mingqian with a smile and said, "Ms. Wen, this is the letter my master asked me to deliver."
Wen Mingqian took it and saw that it belonged to King Changliu, and read it carefully from top to bottom.
When the old mother saw that Wen Mingqian had finished reading, she said: "The prince said that after the lady reads this letter, she should burn it. There is no need to keep it.
The prince will leave Beijing the day after tomorrow, and it will not be easy for the lady to see him off. That's it, don't forget it. ”
"Are you the Mother Li mentioned in the prince's letter?" Wen Mingqian asked the mother-in-law with a smile.
"It's me." The mother replied with a smile.
"The prince said in his letter that I can come to you if I have anything to do in the capital from now on."
"Yes, I have opened a teahouse on Taohua Street. If you have anything to do, please come to my place." Mother Li responded.
Wen Mingqian knew that this mother Li was the person Ying Wuqian left for him to contact.
Although she looks like an ordinary woman, she actually has a hidden ability.
"I wonder if my mother can bring a message to the prince for me today?"
"It makes, makes, my lady, just say it."
"I wish you a safe journey, Your Majesty. See you soon."
After Li's mother left, Sang Er came in from outside with a letter in his hand and said with a smile: "It's a letter from Master Chang'an. It's such a thick stack! Mom, please take a look and see what's written in it."
"I guess it's time for a letter to arrive in the next two days." Wen Mingqian took it with a smile, "On average, one letter every five days is pretty good, unless you are delayed on the road."
As he spoke, he opened the letter, read it from top to bottom, and repeated to San Er: "He said everything is fine in the academy. Recently, he has learned many books he has never read before. He also said that the spring scenery there is particularly beautiful. If there is The opportunity calls for us to come and give it a try.”
"Spring is here, and it's a good time to play Cuju again." Sang Er interjected, "I think Master Chang'an will have a great time playing with his senior brothers there."
"How could he calm down?" Wen Mingqian couldn't help but laugh when he mentioned his son, "Hey, he said in his letter that he would return to the capital with Master Zhuge this autumn... This child, he actually said that although autumn is still far away, But you still decided to tell me early, so that you and I can look forward to it every day, and the days will go by faster. ”
"Really? I can come back this fall!" Sang Er was overjoyed, "That's great! Doesn't it mean that it usually takes at least three years to go down the mountain?" "It should be that Master Zhuge is going to Beijing to do something, right? ? So I just took him with me." Wen Mingqian speculated, "The letter didn't go into too much detail, so I didn't think it was completely certain."
"If you ask me, Master Zhuge is also partial. He always favors this closed disciple." Sang Er said, "But then again, who makes Master Chang'an so young and lovable! Those former disciples, no matter how young they are, I am seventeen or eighteen years old, and I suddenly took in such a little baby. Naturally, it hurts like a baby.”
"It's a pity that when I return to Beijing in the autumn, I won't be able to see King Changliu." Wen Mingqian said with regret.
With King Changliu's deep affection for Sister Shen, how much he wanted to see her child!
In fact, it was love at first sight when King Changliu and Shen Jinglian met.
But later, by mistake, Shen Jinglian was selected into the palace.
King Changliu had no other choice but to bury his deep feelings, but he suffered for a long time and could not find relief.
So much so that she refused to get married for so many years.
"Auntie, will Zhang Ma come back with you?" Sang Er asked.
"Of course, he is wherever Chang'an is. He has been with Chang'an since he was born. He has never left." Wen Mingqian said.
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Wei Fu, the eunuch in charge of Concubine Shen's palace, is said to have been burned to death during the rebellion.
How would you know that he had transformed into Zhang Ma and stayed with Gong Changan all the time.
Even people who met him would not be able to recognize him when they meet again, because Zhang's mother has worked hard to make herself fat over the years, and has deliberately changed her accent and habits of walking, sitting and lying.
"Auntie, please write and ask them how long they can stay in the capital when they return to the capital in the fall?" Sang Er said with hope, "They left last winter, and it will be almost a year until they come back in the fall."
"You! You are really impatient." Wen Mingqian shook his head and smiled, "In my opinion, it is better not to hold out high hopes, but to take it lightly. Otherwise, you will not be able to come back and your joy will be in vain."
"No, I know that Young Master Chang'an has a way. Since he said so in the letter, he will definitely find a way to come back." Sang Er said, "Mom, just write quickly! I will prepare pen and ink for you right away. .”
Wen Mingqian had no choice but to write a letter.
Sang Er ran to the back to watch lunch.
After Wen Mingqian finished writing the letter, Sang Er also brought lunch.
It's tofu stewed with gluten, and two bowls of vegetable soup.
"The gluten here is so delicious. I never get tired of eating it every day." Sang Er said, "If I leave here, I won't be able to have this bite."
"When Aoshuang comes back, let's pack everything in this house." Wen Mingqian said to Sang Er, "We should move out of here in a few days."
"Are you going to the house given by Princess Zhao?" Sang Er asked while opening the box, "Aren't you going to the eldest princess?"
"Of course I will go to Princess Zhao." Wen Mingqian said, "If I want to hide away, I can go to the eldest princess. I hope I have a chance in the future!"
"Oh, it turns out that I really can't live here for a few more days. It seems that I have to eat a few more bowls of gluten." Sang'er held up the bowl and said, "I think it's good to become a monk with a good heart. It's quiet and there is no housework. You don’t have to worry about anything, and you don’t have to suffer the pain of having children. The most important thing is that you can eat such delicious gluten every day.”
"If you really love to eat, why don't you take advantage of these few days to steal your art?" Wen Mingqian reminded her with a smile, "The so-called gold in one's sleeves means that having too much art does not overwhelm you."